That's what I looked like when I was 25. I took that picture as my headshot a month before I ended up moving here in October, 2000.
If you want to know what I wrote and acted like at 25, well, then you'll have to check out this "tangential blog". It's called Mr.B In Chicago 2000-2001.
Back in 2000, before I had a blog, I used email to keep up with people. I wrote them stories and conducted quizzes and generally acted as ringmaster for a bunch of people who kindly tolerated me. I wrote these and then emailed them out to huge chains of email addresses that I culled from friends and family members.
Every time someone responded to my email, I wrote them back a personal response. I used the mass email to make contact and the responses to keep in touch.
I'd forgotten about these emails until about 4 or 5 months ago. A friend, Ed Conkle, had saved them in one of his old email accounts and as a joke, forwarded them back to me...7 years after I wrote them.
It was his idea that I might include them in a post on this blog.
And I thought I might, until I actually read them.
And saw how horribly embarrassing they are.
I read these over again and kept thinking, "God. Is this how I sound to people? This shit is intolerable."
So, I created a tangential blog to store them in and will link to it, here in my blog.
I can't imagine anyone actually taking the time to sift through all of that crap. But maybe you're a completionist and just have to know what I was talking about back in 2000. (Mainly midgets and how excited I was to be working at Second City and IO. Yeesh. I was just a kid.)
And yes, I actually compared myself to John Belushi in there. You can dig up that particular little gem on your own.
I'll revisit that blog from time to time and drop some short clarifications in the comments sections of each post. Until then, enjoy the raw, ugly things that I wrote at 25.
Cheers,
Mr.B
2 comments:
You were also kind of a pain in the ass at times, if I remember correctly =).
-Dropsey
No doubt.
There are people who could make a convincing argument that I still am.
You're the best, Dropsey.
Mr.B
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